You guys. Look at that title. I believe it says Day 40 of Forty. What? I can't believe I kept up with it! I can't believe you kept reading! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for that.
Why is it not Easter Eve? How are the forty days already over? They're technically not. Usually Sundays are "free days"where people can have some of the things they gave up, so they're not counted. Our family chooses to go straight through, even on Sundays, until Easter.
I can't regret that I blogged on Sundays though, because as I look back, I'm able to read about all of the things I was grateful for. Only a handful of things were blogged about, yes. But each one of them was heartfelt and true to me. I probably will still blog until Easter. That seems to be the right thing to do...
Anyway, Thank you, Thank you for following along on this silly journey of mine. I've said so many times before that my blog is here to enjoy. Here to share with you. Of course it's not a play by play of "real life". You would be bored to death or appalled if you saw the goings-on that occur in our everyday lives. I've enjoyed beyond measure the opportunity to record my thoughts; even if it's only on a "crazy-momma"kind of blog.
I've loved your supportive, helpful, hilarious and loving comments. I thank each one of you who took the time to let me know my words were read and deserved some sort of reaction. Most of all, I'm so very grateful you came along for the ride :)
Here are my grateful five for this week:
1. Youtube. Man o man, who knew I'd be spending my days with the men of "This Old House"? I'm thankful for all of the videos I was able to watch on everything from putting a wax ring on a toilet to making doors hang straight to shimming a floor for a pedestal sink. Who knew? Not me! But I now know how to do a few more things..I also learned that it is completely okay at times to call a plumber :)
2. That "theatre-like" room. Our family was able to sit down there and watch "The Muppet Movie" together. We were able to microwave popcorn, eat some of our treats and sit in the dark together, watching a $1 Redbox movie. It's moments like that, that bring tears to my eyes. I was either really happy to have my family in one place or I was crying because I knew all of the words to the Muppets theme Song. Who can tell?
3. My sister. Yeah, that's probably an easy one, but I had a full-blown break down on Thursday. The kind where someone hurts you so badly, you not only want to, but need to cry. You want to hide in a corner like you did when you were little, when you thought you could become invisible. My sister was the only person I could talk to about my situation that afternoon. I texted her to ask if she could talk and when I heard the home phone ring and finally heard her voice, I ran up to my room, sat in my closet and cried like a five year old. She had me calmed down in five minutes. The thing is, if I talked to anyone else, I would have had to explain back story and a million other things. For a half hour, she was there; understanding every slurred word I could muster. At the end of that thirty minutes, I was completely better. Not one ounce of me was upset anymore. I couldn't be more appreciative of her words and her love when I need them most.
4. Fresh-Mex Salad and an iPhone. During my afore-mentioned breakdown, the man had brought home dinner. I love when it's his night to "cook" because it's always something that a take-out place creates. Believe me when I say that I am as grateful as if he had slaved over a stove; I really am... From texting my sister in the first place, I had my phone with me in the closet. It started to buzz. Through my tears I looked at the phone and there was a text from the man. It said, "When you are ready, there is a salad outside your bedroom door." Maybe that's why I was feeling better. Maybe I should be thanking the man. Again. If you have read enough of this blog, you already understand why he is my best friend. The fact that I'm thankful for him has to be a blanketed- given from now on.
5. FB friends and a hairdresser. I changed my profile pic this week to one that my girlfriend took of me on Tuesday night. I have had more cute comments and "likes"on that pic than any other I've ever posted. I know that it wasn't because all my grey was finally covered. I know it wasn't because I was in the beautiful lighting of a Denney's. I think that what people might have seen instead, was a silly "hair-shot", taken by my very good hairdressing-friend at 11:00 pm, over hot fudge sundaes and cheesy fries. Let me say that again. Over Hot Fudge Sundaes and Cheesy Fries! Can I get an Amen? I never enjoy getting my picture taken. I never feel like I can genuinely smile if I'm "posing". But I posted that photo because it makes me remember the super-fun night I had with an understanding, extremely funny, equal opportunity chocolate-loving friend. That alone makes me smile. For real.
Happy full-of-Grace Sunday, friends